Don’t Pray by Willow McQuerry

Don’t pray.
The old world collapsed. The rich became richer while the poor became poorer.
I’d never known luxury or safety. I’d only heard what it felt like and what the old world was like before the church became the world’s ruler. No one was safe from Them and all the things They wanted from women.
Out of all the church’s rules, the big one They emphasized was don’t pray.
It became our mantra.
But I’d always been a little rebellious, and with me being depressed and daring, I went into the forest and did exactly what They warned us to not do.
I prayed.
But I never expected it to be answered. I never thought what I wished for would require an equivalent exchange. I never thought They would want was me for a life of luxury and comfort.
Maybe praying wasn’t so bad. At least until I learned why the collapsed world warned us we shouldn’t pray.
Because they are listening, and you won’t like what they want.